I’ve cunningly avoided yet another Gym subscription nightmare by resorting to digging out the Wendy House garden path.

After 24 hours of snow, 30cm in my back garden, the local shops are suffering from depleted stocks. People who when stranded at home must have a steady supply of toast, ideally spread with marmite, are buying thier bread. No new deliveries. You do the maths…

Toastie!

Will I have to compromise the purity of my toast by taking my marmite on toasted teacakes? Tonight I’m planning to pop around my perky, yet elderly, neighbour’s house to…

…share some seasonal bubbly – more toastie!

…and snow stories in front of a glowing fireplace – even more toastie!

The lady serving customers in the local cornershop invariably manages the whole purchasing experience with one hand while holding a conversation. She can operate the till, listen to customer requests, select cigarettes, take change, she can even give you a plastic bag to load your shopping into, with one hand and no fluster whatsoever.